changing places

because it has to go somewhere

I want to be a little girl again

down at the river

and watch her bait my hook

while she laughs at the silly child

too prissy to get her hands dirty.

 

I want to be almost grown again

sitting on her bed

reading poetry out loud

all through the night

as if she knows the roads

I would one day travel.

 

I want to take her hand

and walk with her

through adventures not yet shared

because she shouldn't have

to travel there alone.

 

And while I sit distracted,

hesitating in the curves of memory

her weak eyes focus

on a hilly horizon

where he stands waiting.

Author's Note

I wouldn't be the woman or the poet I am without the gifts she gave.

Reviews

[KUFU]

A tear jerker for me for some reason. I think of my mother as a little girl for some reason as I read this poem. The sentiments are soft and reflective...a trademark of your written voice for sure. When you cast these heartfelt poetic spells Ema, I must consider you graduated with high praise at Hogworts! ;-)

[Collect-Eye]

all my words to myself manifested here so beautifully..all this nonsense I've spewed and here you said it so blessedly. I feel ashamed.

[Nautili]

really beautiful. I think you are helping just by being there, by holding her hand as she goes down a road that she has to ultimately journey alone..........